Chapter 433

After we stopped on the high seas, we contacted the Chinese Canadian named song Wendi. His cover identity was the manager of UNHCR in Africa and provided us with the identity of a volunteer. His responsibility was to protect the safety of those international medical teams. In a sense, this identity was true. After all, we had just done similar work some time ago.

We parked the plane in the port area designated by the United Nations peacekeeping force. There was someone here to watch for us. We don't have to worry about being stolen by any group of armed personnel. Moreover, there are people from all countries in the peacekeeping force. We don't care about anyone. We don't have to worry about someone to inquire about our details. Anyway, the formalities have been presented.

When we arrived in Congo, we went to the children's shelter. We wanted to visit little Juma, but we didn't expect it. The staff there told us that he had escaped.

"Ah? It's not easy to get it back. How did he escape?" I asked the staff member in wonder.

The United Nations staff member from Sweden also looked depressed, stared with blue eyes, shook his head and said: "I don't know. The living conditions here are much better than those outside. There are clean water, sufficient food and people give them classes, but he still ran away, and robbed the sentry's gun when he ran."

As soon as we heard this, we were clear-minded. The little guy probably went to find Saif to avenge his grandfather. He thought that if it was true, he would be brave enough. If he robbed an AK, he would dare to look after the other rebel leader of tens of thousands of people.

"We have to hurry up and dare to be in front of him," said Sanmei behind me. It's not that we're worried that Zhuma will kill Saif and we can't catch him alive. The probability of this kind of thing is basically zero. We're worried that the child is rash. We can't take revenge and kill ourselves.

We immediately unloaded two assault vehicles from the other 200. Eight people were divided into two groups, plus a Tiberi who helped us cover our identity. Nine people crossed the neutral area of the ceasefire between the two sides at night, bypassed the grassland and returned to the rebel controlled city buta.

This time we still settled in Tiberi's home. This time his children have stayed in the United Nations Children's shelter, so we have more rooms to come out without all of us squeezing into the basement.

We drove into buta city at night and hid the assault car in Tiberi's yard. It was covered with camouflage cloth. In this way, we can deceive the aircraft in the air, but if we send someone to search, it will reveal the truth. We have to go step by step.

After settling down, Tiberi went out to inquire. The town didn't hear of the recent assassination. In fact, due to negotiations with the government forces, the town hasn't even heard the sound of gunfire recently. The rebels also stopped training and ate, drank, whored and whored women all day. They look like they are ready to demobilize armor and return to the field. The world is peaceful.

We went out for several nights. With the skills of Sanmei and Jinlihua, the grass bag rebels were not aware of it. The photos and videos taken showed that Saif should be in his headquarters, communicate with the representatives sent to negotiate with the government forces by telephone and e-mail every day, and give some instructions, Don't say that this murderous warlord looks like a full official.

After several days of long-distance all-weather reconnaissance in turn, we have basically mastered seif's life rules, but we dare not start until one problem is determined, that is, the secret road.

The last time we cooperated with the commandos of the French Foreign Legion in the beheading operation, it was because of the secret path left by this guy that we failed. There were escape facilities in the places where he lived temporarily. There must be a headquarters where he lived and worked for a long time. Where is the key question?

This kind of channel is very hidden. It can't be found only by external reconnaissance. We have to enter the headquarters, but we can't do this under our current conditions. We are not locals. Even if we dress up, it's easy to be seen by the other party on issues such as accent and living habits, We have to find another way.

After thinking about it, I finally made an article on our special skills. I used "insect control" to concentrate a lot of cockroaches and ants. When there was no one in Saif's office at night, I looked for all kinds of crack drills inside. At the same time, I judged whether there was a secret door or secret way outside according to the position fed back by the insects.

The whole process is extremely troublesome. After all, these insects are not as smart as dogs, cats, orangutans or dolphins. Their advantage is that they have a large number. After a little exploration, they spent a few days. Finally, they found a interlayer behind the huge map of Congo in his office. There is a small space, but a large number of ants got into it, I closed my eyes and felt the position of the ants. I thought there was a door. It might be here.

I controlled a large number of ants to get into the interlayer, and the insects kept crawling until they came out of an abandoned sewer outlet far from the military camp.

After finding out these things, the sky has basically brightened. I used my telescope to watch the ants disperse from a distance and said to the nearby shopkeeper Qian, "shit, I really cherish my life. The secret exits are in such a secret place."

"Hey, hey, let's dig a hole and bury ourselves. We just need to pretend to attack the commander and scare him away from the secret Road," said shopkeeper Qian excitedly.

"We can hold on to the exit and catch it." Lao Hei, who took a picture of the exit, said the second half of shopkeeper Qian.

"OK, that's it. Go back first." I lifted the optical camouflage on my body, put away my high-power telescope, retreated to the back of the downhill, and walked back to Tiberi's house with Lao hei and others.

After the basic plan is formulated, the rest is to gradually refine and then allocate it. We are divided into three groups. The first group is composed of the old black belt team, the main feint, including old black, shopkeeper Qian, golden pear flower and drunkard. They will directly attack the other party's headquarters with a lot of heavy firepower, and then drive Saif into the secret road with poison gas bombs.

The second group is the team that catches people. They are Sanmei and Jinlihua. They will ambush at the exit of the secret road. Sanmei uses the incense technique to put Saif and his bodyguard. Ivan does the hard work to carry people. Even if she doesn't faint, I believe it can be done with Sanmei's skill and shooting method.

The third group is me and brother donkey. I am mainly responsible for sniper fire support, and release several black knife warriors to break the rear when retreating. Brother donkey is mainly responsible for controlling the UAV and providing us with global image and communication support of the battlefield.

In this way, everyone has their own position and role. Eight people form a small but well operated combat machine, which is ready to run at high speed in the battle of today's night.

"The dead monkey is good. It's easy to distribute," said the old black dot with appreciation. He glanced at brother donkey and said, "you can find a place to play a role even with a piece of shit, although it's a little lower."

Brother donkey immediately retorted, "the brain has the function of the brain, and the minions have the purpose of the minions. The division of labor is different. It's hard to say who is higher and who is lower."

"Shout, in a twinkling of an eye, you become a brain? Believe it or not, I'll cut your head?" old black knew that moving his mouth was not brother donkey's opponent in his life, and he wanted to punch.

"Be quiet, be quiet, go to bed, keep your spirits up and start at night." I quickly stopped Lao hei and motioned everyone to have a rest.

Originally, we planned to get up at midnight and enter the reserved position in the early morning. During the most sleepy time from 2:00 to 4:00, we chose the opportunity to start the surprise operation.

But the plan could never keep up with the change. We were half asleep. Suddenly, a gunshot came from a distance and pulled us all out of bed. Everyone, carrying their weapons, ran to Tiberi's yard and looked in the direction of the gunshot.

Judging from the direction, the exchange of fire was in the area of the military camp. The gunfire lasted less than ten minutes. It sounds that the battle has ended soon. We don't know who exchanged fire with whom.

With this problem, we quickly left Tiberi's house and approached seif's camp with all kinds of weapons under the cover of the night.

The whole military camp is a "giant" shape. The opening direction is the main gate. There are barracks tents on three sides. In the middle, there are two rows of various vehicles. At the moment, more than ten meters into the main gate, a shelf more than three meters high is erected, on which a thin figure is hung. It can't look at us with its back.

In front of the hanging shelf, many people have gathered, including the rebel forces composed of adults and those teenage baby soldiers. Saif himself is wearing a red beret and a pair of brown glasses that occupy half his face. He is lecturing his men. Behind him are several white and non local blacks, the mercenaries who fought with us last time, But the number is a little more. I think it's that last time I only divided some of them to escort the car, and the rest stayed to protect Saif himself.

After observing the situation clearly with a telescope, we began to listen to what Saif was saying, but the distance was too far. We couldn't hear what he was saying. Later, we took out the directional sound signal collector with our hands and handed it to the drunkard. He climbed a distance towards the military camp and aimed at Saif who was talking. The captured sound appeared in our talker headphones.

"When his parents were killed by a government plane, I took him in and provided him with shelter, food and weapons to fight for justice. However, he betrayed me, his oath and justice. He was brainwashed by those unscrupulous politicians and came back with a gun to kill me. What should we do to these shameless traitors What shall we do? "

As Saif waved his arms and shouted hoarse, the people below were boiling, especially the young boys, who shouted angrily: "burn him, burn the traitor, Juma, you bastard, we'll peel your skin alive."

When I heard these people shouting at random, I finally knew who was bound. It turned out that it was no one else. It was little Zhuma who came to avenge her family. They all said that the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, but today the calf was really a little tiger. How dare one dare to assassinate, not to mention the mercenaries around Saif, It is estimated that he was found and caught without even touching the door of the headquarters.

Seeing the opposite barracks boiling and shouting slogans to burn Qomolangma, we all realized a problem: "today's raid and arrest, I'm afraid we have to temporarily change to hostage rescue..."